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She tells me I'm fat. She tells me I'm disgusting to look at. She tells me only she knows how to make me beautiful, But only if I do everything she says. She tells me to stop eating; The less I consume, the more she consumes me. She tells me the pain I feel in my gut just means it's working. She tells me if I eat, I'm ugly and a failure; Unless, of course, I throw it up, Because then the ugliness will leave me. She tells me I need her to feel beautiful, That if I don't listen to what she says, a man will never want to look at me, My family will never be proud of me, My friends will be disgusted by me, Strangers will cringe when